Aye
I got a bitch in Atlanta
Pourin' the tech in the Fanta
I'm with the hoes like I'm Santa
Doin' 110 in the phantom
Hit from the back and I made her sing
But she cannot get a wedding ring
Bitch I'm on top I feel like a king
I got that lil bitch in love she do anything
Trap phone, that's a Motorola
I poured a four in the orange soda
Beat from the back put her in a coma
She do a split on the dick like she doin' yoga
Look at my wrist is a buss down
I'm in LA I just touched down
Bitch I'm too high I can't come down
Lie to these hoes I just give 'em the runaround
Big Ka$h, know I stay gettin' money
Hit it once, now she sayin' she love me
I'ma shine, no you can't take it from me
I'm in the party surrounded by snow bunnies
I want the guap, boy I need it right now
Niggas is pussy they don't wanna fight now
F*ckin' that bitch I'ma take off her nightgown
She popped a molly and now she can't bite down
I had to run up a big check
Rockin' Balencii I gotta flex
Shawty a thot she love givin' neck
We sendin' headshots, nigga f*ck a vest
Niggas they know I ain't like the rest
Lil shawty tell me that I'm the best
She lookin' good in that sundress
I got her on her knees, like she gettin' blessed
I had to boss up, had to get this shit out the mud
She hit my phone, every single night, said she wanna f*ck
Niggas ain't real nah, all these niggas stay switchin' up
I see right through you, yeah you only showin' fake love
I'm off the drank baby, got the hi-tech in my cup
I need a re-up, gotta make a call to the plug
I'm in the space coupe, and it's all white like a dove
When I hit the stage baby, got the bad bitches turnin' up
I got a bitch in Atlanta
Pourin' the tech in the Fanta
I'm with the hoes like I'm Santa
Doin' 110 in the phantom
Hit from the back and I made her sing
But she cannot get a wedding ring
Bitch I'm on top I feel like a king
I got that lil bitch in love she do anything
Trap phone, that's a Motorola
I poured a four in the orange soda
Beat from the back put her in a coma
She do a split on the dick like she doin' yoga
Look at my wrist is a buss down
I'm in LA I just touched down
Bitch I'm too high I can't come down
Lie to these hoes I just give 'em the runaround
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Aye
I got a bitch in Atlanta
Pourin' the tech in the Fanta
I'm with the hoes like I'm Santa
Doin' 110 in the phantom
Hit from the back and I made her sing
But she cannot get a wedding ring
Bitch I'm on top I feel like a king
I got that lil bitch in love she do anything
Trap phone, that's a Motorola
I poured a four in the orange soda
Beat from the back put her in a coma
She do a split on the dick like she doin' yoga
Look at my wrist is a buss down
I'm in LA I just touched down
Bitch I'm too high I can't come down
Lie to these hoes I just give 'em the runaround
Big Ka$h, know I stay gettin' money
Hit it once, now she sayin' she love me
I'ma shine, no you can't take it from me
I'm in the party surrounded by snow bunnies
I want the guap, boy I need it right now
Niggas is pussy they don't wanna fight now
F*ckin' that bitch I'ma take off her nightgown
She popped a molly and now she can't bite down
I had to run up a big check
Rockin' Balencii I gotta flex
Shawty a thot she love givin' neck
We sendin' headshots, nigga f*ck a vest
Niggas they know I ain't like the rest
Lil shawty tell me that I'm the best
She lookin' good in that sundress
I got her on her knees, like she gettin' blessed
I had to boss up, had to get this shit out the mud
She hit my phone, every single night, said she wanna f*ck
Niggas ain't real nah, all these niggas stay switchin' up
I see right through you, yeah you only showin' fake love
I'm off the drank baby, got the hi-tech in my cup
I need a re-up, gotta make a call to the plug
I'm in the space coupe, and it's all white like a dove
When I hit the stage baby, got the bad bitches turnin' up
I got a bitch in Atlanta
Pourin' the tech in the Fanta
I'm with the hoes like I'm Santa
Doin' 110 in the phantom
Hit from the back and I made her sing
But she cannot get a wedding ring
Bitch I'm on top I feel like a king
I got that lil bitch in love she do anything
Trap phone, that's a Motorola
I poured a four in the orange soda
Beat from the back put her in a coma
She do a split on the dick like she doin' yoga
Look at my wrist is a buss down
I'm in LA I just touched down
Bitch I'm too high I can't come down
Lie to these hoes I just give 'em the runaround
I got a bitch in Atlanta
Pourin' the tech in the Fanta
I'm with the hoes like I'm Santa
Doin' 110 in the phantom
Hit from the back and I made her sing
But she cannot get a wedding ring
Bitch I'm on top I feel like a king
I got that lil bitch in love she do anything
Trap phone, that's a Motorola
I poured a four in the orange soda
Beat from the back put her in a coma
She do a split on the dick like she doin' yoga
Look at my wrist is a buss down
I'm in LA I just touched down
Bitch I'm too high I can't come down
Lie to these hoes I just give 'em the runaround
Big Ka$h, know I stay gettin' money
Hit it once, now she sayin' she love me
I'ma shine, no you can't take it from me
I'm in the party surrounded by snow bunnies
I want the guap, boy I need it right now
Niggas is pussy they don't wanna fight now
F*ckin' that bitch I'ma take off her nightgown
She popped a molly and now she can't bite down
I had to run up a big check
Rockin' Balencii I gotta flex
Shawty a thot she love givin' neck
We sendin' headshots, nigga f*ck a vest
Niggas they know I ain't like the rest
Lil shawty tell me that I'm the best
She lookin' good in that sundress
I got her on her knees, like she gettin' blessed
I had to boss up, had to get this shit out the mud
She hit my phone, every single night, said she wanna f*ck
Niggas ain't real nah, all these niggas stay switchin' up
I see right through you, yeah you only showin' fake love
I'm off the drank baby, got the hi-tech in my cup
I need a re-up, gotta make a call to the plug
I'm in the space coupe, and it's all white like a dove
When I hit the stage baby, got the bad bitches turnin' up
I got a bitch in Atlanta
Pourin' the tech in the Fanta
I'm with the hoes like I'm Santa
Doin' 110 in the phantom
Hit from the back and I made her sing
But she cannot get a wedding ring
Bitch I'm on top I feel like a king
I got that lil bitch in love she do anything
Trap phone, that's a Motorola
I poured a four in the orange soda
Beat from the back put her in a coma
She do a split on the dick like she doin' yoga
Look at my wrist is a buss down
I'm in LA I just touched down
Bitch I'm too high I can't come down
Lie to these hoes I just give 'em the runaround
Writer: Kyle Hewitt
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